I ain t gotta tell you歌词

I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Yea
I got shit on my mind
First off, this song, missedly took it wrong
Bad intentions and all, don’t want the problem resolved
Heard it was you out making out with my dawg
Went to school together
Took the bus and all, back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss
Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along
Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg
You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
Til I see the nigga wrong hat, now it’s head off
Picked up a notepad, bet you gon do the same
Looked down the shit I saw now, I don’t look at shit the same
Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life in made?
Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me?
Same gravity hold you ’down, s thatembarrassing
Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations
Told niggas we’re related, even